A fancy fairy waits at the door of her heart, if love burns the one who waits, if it turns into the fire of man, the fire of my soul will burn in the universe.πŸ’ž

Who cares about this fairy who died in the temple of love?No one but the lover reads the lover, our saint,πŸ’ž

When we scatter the scent of love, won’t your heart become addicted to the land of love?🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

our love was endless as feelings were planted in the common garden of lovers,The lover was the lover’s ambassador to heaven, I read it when I loved him.πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

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